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1. :apa: スプリットショックウイルス † (splitshockvirus@mstdn.starnix.network)'s status on Monday, 23-Dec-2024 10:38:49 JST :apa: スプリットショックウイルス †

   How I of all people still have employment is beyond me. Even if I did get laid off I still wouldn't care. I literally have so many contingencies it wouldn't matter. But the question is why is it that I live? There are more deserving people than me.

   I literally am a virus, a disease that mutates. It'd be difficult to kill me but you really should.

   I used to think God was testing me with my existence, and with my condition. How my friends would die before me. Why is it that I live? Nothing is remarkable about me. Am I supposed to spite people? To look down on them?

   On that note why is it that YOU look down on so many? How can you say such things? Are your parents horrible? Have you no manners? Do you think your attitude is a result of God punishing you, or perhaps God is punishing you for being a horrible specimen of humanity.

   Class this, class that. The Elites will go to the most prestigious universities because blah blah blah something something you have a 149 IQ. If you actually were tested for IQ, that means your parents had to prove to the State that you weren't literally retarded.

   I'm an aristocrat, and I could pass as a vagabond, If I am evil (a non-zero possibility) what does that make you?